The Struggle Will Be Lost Busta Rhymes (Ft. Carl Thomas)

[Hook: Carl Thomas & Busta Rhymes]
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
Happy Thanksgiving
He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
Happy Thanksgiving
He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
Happy Thanksgiving
With the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
Happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
Say it again
The struggle would be lost
Say it again
The struggle would be lost
Say it again
The struggle would be lost
Say it again
The struggle would be lost
Say it again
The struggle would be lost

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin' with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to ball
While the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all
Now this